Thursday, 25 February 2016
Raindrops on Roses . . .
These are a few of my favourite things . . .
I have long held a daydream in my heart where I have a home with wooden floors which have been prettily stenciled in the formal areas such as the living room and dining room . . . but the bedrooms would have painted wooden floors, in colours . . . with rag rugs laid upon them for warmth next to the beds so that when you wake up in the morning your toes don't immediately hit a cold floor. Perhaps one day . . .
Cardigans that are embroidered or printed upon. I love them. I have a pink one which is excessively beaded . . . white flowers that are created entirely from beads and small pearls . . . it also has pink pearl buttons. I also have a light brown one which has dark brown flowers printed on it . . . roses, with brown sequin lighlights. I love both of these sweaters. Wait no . . . I ADORE both of these sweaters. I have had them for a very long time.
Hot soup on a cold and rainy day. There is nothing more comforting and the most comforting of all is Tomato Soup . . . and then of course you got to have the grilled cheese to go along with it don't you, which makes it a meal. A comfort meal. I love comfort meals . . .
Writing . . . poetry, stories, letters . . . that simple act of stringing words together in a way that engages people, that inspires people to want to find out more, that entertains . . . that is probably why blogging brings me such pleasure. I get to write my thoughts and then people read them. It makes me a writer . . . and I don't need a book publisher or an editor, I can just simply write because it is what I love doing and I don't have to do it with schedules and deadlines in mind . . . I can do it simply because it brings me joy, and it doesn't matter if two people read it or two hundred people read it, or even if nobody reads it . . . stringing words together in an engaging way makes me happy . . .
Do what makes you happy so long as it hurts no-one . . .
Doing my little drawings and paintings. I have always loved bringing characters to life . . . and sometimes they are good and sometimes they are not . . . but it is something which I love even more than stringing words together . . . .
And if I can do both together . . . then I am indeed in a very happy place . . .
And if I can mix those things with my love of cooking . . . then even better. I love creating my cookbooklets . . . painting little pictures for the pages . . . sharing my recipes . . . it's all good.
Reading . . . words that fly off the pages and carry me off to different worlds and times and spaces . . . I do not know how I would ever cope if I did not know how to read. I think that being able to read is one of the greatest skills I have ever been taught. We have a friend who cannot read. He can only go places that he has gone to many times before because he cannot read street signs, maps or directions. When he gets a letter in the post . . . he has to bring it to someone else so that they can tell him what it says, which means that sometimes important letters just never get read, or they don't get read until it's too late . . . I am so grateful for my ability to read, and even more so that it is something which I enjoy.
Did you know that when I was a child I loved to read the Dictionary. Words. I love words. Words are powerful things. They can uplift and they can destroy.
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
“Pleasant words are as an honeycomb,
sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.”
In The English Kitchen . . . I took a couple of Turkey Tenderloin Fillets and created something beautifully delicious. Hasselback Turkey Divans. Seriously scrumptious.
I hope your Thursday is filled with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . . Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!